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5 yrs ago
I like how it's an option to pm yourself.
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6 yrs ago
I need a vacation...
6 yrs ago
Is this just the week of weirdness? Or is it just me?
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6 yrs ago
My dog died.
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6 yrs ago
*Turns with uninterested look* Just give them what they want, they're like Slaanesh. They'll get bored with it quick.

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who has time for that?

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Ducaelia was back against the wall as if bracing for dear life. She turned to Sven. "You F***ing think? No s*** sherlock." She looked at Silas and Gerad when they discussed taking it down. She saw Gerad take a pot-shot and laughed. "You thought that was a good idea? That thing's natural armor is to thick." She thought about her days as security. She had fought a tank then, and she quickly learned it was common for thanks to have weaker rear armor, since it was normally close to the engine and fuel tank. She looked at Silas. "I have an idea, but it's risky. You wanna try yours first?" She ducked as a piece of rubble flew over her.
@ShiningSector

Tonight.

Had internet issues for a bit.


@Rune_Alchemist@ZAVAZggg@Mag Lev@Adalea

Lunearo thought on what the gladiator said. Interesting, she's more plain than I thought. But she thinks that killing requires no tactics. Killing is tactics. Whether you be the strongest knight, to the weakest thief... When the scouts gave him a disdaining look, he made a mental note to have one of the Ravens shit on them just for sounding so arrogant. Whoever had the gall to do so to a mage had an over-inflated ego and sense of self-importance beyond any.
Lunearo looked at the boy, knowing he intended to converse with the scouts. It was the smartest thing to do, and he didn't think the Ranger lacking in brains. "If you wish to talk to them, and they don't, can I show them the face of a freak of the order of Sacred flame? It would entertain me to see what they think." He gave a evil chuckle, before checking the gauntlet covering his left hand. That one he didn't want to cut. Now if people knew what was under there, then they'd be scared.
I'm gonna post tomorrow night.
@Jbcool

Here's a character:

Nilus- Mechanicum Adept in service of Legio Cybernetica with a dirty secret. Wishes to uncover the secrets of both of his master's enemies; the servants of chaos, so he can eliminate them with his own mechanicum forces.
@Kinjaav@rebornfan320

Have you two withdrawn your interest?
I've been writing and typing like a madman(not just for this RP or website). My hand F***ing hurts like hell.

If it seems too drawn out, it's because Lunearo is the type to tell you ALL facts of a situation. Unless he benefits from not telling you.


@Adalea

Lunearo turned to the thief. His eyes were barely visible, and seemed to gleam with his power and twistedness. He quit his jolly charade, and showed his real demeanor. "Before I tell my tale, I will warn you not to ask such a question again. Not for my own sake, but rather because my life has been harsh and cold, like the company I keep, and has been known to disgust and unhinge others. A year prior, the village of which gave me the responsibility of keeping their dead came with ten new bodies for the earth to consume. They relayed to me what happened, and I dealt with the other duty as Grave-Keeper. A Noble had a claim to the land, which he intended to use for farming with tenants. This, of-course, did not sit well with the village occupants, so he displayed what would happen to them if they stayed. Hence the corpses, which was quite a mess to bury." One of the possessed Ravens landed on his shoulder and looked at the girl with unforgiving malice.
"Once night had fallen, I left my home with my mask, cloak, and dagger, as well as my grimoire in case a stronger spell was necessary. I found the Noble's encampment, which was filled with guards, workers, and wagons filled with resources. I was scouting the camp, devising my plan, when one of the guards got the drop on me and knocked me out. When next I woke, at least, to my memory the next time, though it is possible I woke before that, I was delirious,in pain, and weak. I heard shouting, and looked up to see the Noble and a man in armor, armor of the Sacred Flame, arguing over something. I was in shackles, and my face felt numb, while my arms burned and I sat in a pool of my own blood. The man gave the Noble gold, and that was all I saw before blacking out again." He held his chin as if trying to recall the full events. "The next time I woke, I was on a horse, no longer shackled, but the horse I rode was not under my control. My eyes were still adjusting when the soldier of the Order spoke. He apologized, saying he was tardy, but I knew not what he meant till I tried to feel my numb yet burning face with my scarred hand. I felt the mask. I attempted to remove it, but I could not find the latches it was supposed to be on. That's when he told me the Noble punished me for insolence by fusing the mask to my face. The mask is my face now child. The order attempted to remove it once before, but it was, unsurprisingly a failure."
He walked with the girl to his side for a bit before turning back to her. "And don't call me 'dude'. I am a Necromancer, not your roundabout human tower apprentice. I am Lunearo, the Grave-Keeper. I have no other names nor titles." The Raven squacked at her while he walked towards the Osiri. The bird continued to glare at her.

@Rune_Alchemist

Lunearo walked next to the arena champion, nodding his head in respect. "Any being who survives the arena and becomes such a monsterous and feared warrior automatically has my respect. But your rebellion failed, and for that I berate you for not planning better." His eyes showed no hint of emotion and his voice was dull and raspy with a metallic scrape. "I mean not to insult you, but from what I hear, there was a whole in your plan. If true, I give the advice to keep an eye on all aspects of a situation, not just how you see it. To be honest, the accounts of the revolt was brutal and swift. It makes me question how well your captors planned." He quickly walked back to his place behind all three of them, keeping an eye on their surroundings.
@Headless

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